Pieces

she waits me to rouse
so she could hear me
moon shows up
when we’re apart
she calls me to her
the moon calls me to her
as a long
royal gracious
woman finger
moves over my knee
i leave the watch
i take it off my hand i put it aside
sometimes i hear her voice behind my door
i look at the chewing gum that she’d left beside the bed
she waits me to rouse so she could hear me
i touch the rose leafs when we’re apart
part of her scent’s left in my hair
the other part is on the pillow
it’s everywhere she is not
she
not now
i clear the room so the scent could stay
i hear her voice i said about her voice
and the moon peers out through all my pores
i can see her calling me calling me
it floats in me like a silver smoke from a green candle
the colour is a part of her scent the colour is
the colour is a part
of her voice it’s part and i accumulate it
to fool my self until it come when she will be